There is a ministry a bit outside of Port-au-Prince called Real Hope for Haiti. Part of their work involved taking in extremely malnourished kids. Often the kids are put on a regimen of eating Medika Mamba, which is a medicinal peanut butter meant to quickly nourish and "fatten up" those who are on the verge of death.
I read their blog often. This past week they posted another round of photos, showing another round of babies about to die: a six-year-old weighing 30 pounds. A four-year-old weighing 21 pounds. Such advanced cases of kwashiorkor that the children's feet are splitting open.
If you're brave enough, read about the children they are treating this week here.
Real Hope for Haiti also has a Rescue Center which cares for up to 100 children each day who live there. It employs 42 Haitian ladies.
They also had three babies left outside their gate in 2011. Left.
I don't know anybody who works there. I've never visited.
Read this blog. These kinds of ministries... I thank God from the bottom of my heart that this exists.
There's a place for every kind of work in the body of Christ. Some people get to do the long grind of discipleship. Some people raise the money. Some people plan the details.
And some people hold the starving babies, and spoon in one mouthful of life at a time, and occasionally order the coffins.